Weird days in the nature

We bridge our distances.We always loved each other.We just didn't know how to show it.

We check our beds and blankets for scorpions.It's like a grave,he says,with the shutters closed.We visit each other's house.Again and again.The earth is too small for us.We hear stories we never had imagined before.We get drunk.We have fun.We sink in silence.We watch movies.We wanna fall in love.We wish some things were different.We hate our parents the one moment,we love them the other.I'm only jealous of their songs.They're beautiful.We fight.We are bored.We entertain our boredom.In the past,when humans had a secret,they were climbing on the highest mountain,they were finding a hole in a tree and they were whispering their secret.Then they were covering the hole with mud.He said the love is a matter of timing.There's no use in falling in love too early or too late.We prepare ourselves for things that might never happen.We brush our teeth.

Dad is downstairs plays darkly his harmonica.

I sit at the window,staring outside.

I hate this place.

I love this place.

p.s.Thank you for your wishes!I hope all of you had (and have and will have) a great time!